Demon Worm Novels & Stories

There were at least six of them, moving among the trees with that blurred speed that made them look like ghosts. And with them, something else. Something big. The demon emerged from the forest like a stain of darkness taking shape. It was larger than the lesser demons described in the reports. Nearly eight feet tall, its skin like volcanic stone cracked with glowing lines of fire like veins of lava. Its eyes were burning yellow embers, and sulfurous vapor rolled from its open mouth, warping the air around it. The vampires flanked it. One held something small and glowing in his hand and murmured words I recognized immediately.

I wanted to fucking kill each and every one of those fuckheads. Toris brought in an ugly fucking creature. His skin was black as night. It caused his red eyes to pop that much more. Its body was at least 7’0 tall. Its muscles had muscles. There was no denying how powerful it must have been. I had never met a demon in real life, but I could honestly say that I never wanted to see one again. I knew where this was going, and I wanted to puke. However, I would be here for her even if she did not realize that I was right here, witnessing it.

He looked behind the Demon who was pulling two tails full of thorns and ugly lumps. The old wolf almost immediately guessed the class and type of this Demon. This is a Demon who is about to enter level 3, is hungry. This type of demon is a low-level demon that is transitioning to an intermediate level, this demon has not yet produced too much wisdom, the instinct to eat meat is still there. The demon appeared in this place, eight times because of the sudden heavy snow, making it hungry and about to lose its reason.

Behind him is a wagon drove by the manticores, a demon creature with a lion body and a bird claws, a scorpion’s tail and wears a face of a mortal with a row of sharp fangs. “Bonum vesperam, this is the child.” A green daemon has appeared in front of the door holding a girl shivering in fear. It was Aria, the mortal. The Dybbuk look at her keenly from head to toe and when he felt satisfied, he tossed a bag of golds to the green daemon.

Lysan felt a huge lump in his throat and he looked away. "Lysan." Dyleon grabbed his arm. "What does he want?" "He wants—" Lysan swallowed. "He wants me." Dyleon's face went white. "What?" “He said he was going to help me, but on one condition. Me. I'd be at his beck and call when he needs it.” The words tasted bitter in Lysan's mouth—how convenient. The Demon King Lysan killed in his previous life was after him now—and it wasn't good.

“Do you know what did it?” “A demon. There’s no animal that could have done this.” Archer grimly answers and pauses. I can already tell that he is trying to assess what kind of demon is capable of doing this. “Could be a demon worm, but it lacks mucus.” He starts to mumble. When he looks up at me, his expression changes to worry. He seems to have figured out that there might be a dangerous and unknown demon on the loose. I bet that he is trying to wrack his brain on how he is going to get us out of here. Seeing his worried face, I almost feel sorry that I already knew what was causing this phenomenon. Still, I kept quiet and pretended not to know anything.

I place my arm around her shoulder again and despite her warning earlier, she relaxes into. “It’s Deamartos.” I wait to see if she knows who I’m talking about but she makes not indication that she does.”A demon general spirit lies on this very soil.” Back in the olden days he was a master at war a general who commanded many armies. He won many battles against the human armies. “It is said that when he died they buried him somewhere here in an unmarked grave. He was so harsh and strict his own people didn’t want his corpse anywhere near them.

Although it was very loud, Marlin was not shocked at all as she had expected this. “How long have you noticed?” Marlin asked the demon sitting on the floor. She dispelled her concealing spells and showed herself in front of the demon. “Since the moment you entered Britney’s mind.” The demon answered. The demon had horns so huge that they were bigger than his head and curled twice. His eyes were glowing yellow and his body was dark violet with mysterious markings all over. Nearby, Marlin could see rotting corpses and skeletons of various races. Perhaps Marlin was used to the smell, but it did not smell as bad as it looked.

Sybil felt a little sick at the idea of being happy at killing something so innocent. “Are you sure you know what this is?” She nodded. Clearly the demonic had a serious issue going on at the moment. This war being fought, it was with truly evil creatures. “A demon, and the only kind of spider demon I can think of that meets what I feel and see is the Jorogumo. I’ve only heard, never seen nor dealt with something of that caliber. From what I know it’s a female demon and she is a high level one.” Aries jaw clenched slightly and he looked really dark.

Its eyes glowed with an eerie, green light, and its fur was matted and unkempt. Rorik and Lyra recognized the creature immediately. It was a demon, a being of great power and darkness that had not been seen in the forest for many generations. Ziva's heart sank as she realized the full implications of their discovery. The demon was the source of the sickness that had been spreading through the forest, and it was clear that it posed a grave threat to the safety and well-being of all the forest's inhabitants. As they watched, the demon stirred and lifted its head. Its eyes locked onto the trio, and it let out a deafening roar that shook the very ground beneath their feet.